And that comes in the form of...Da-da!
On Saturday, the girls and I are headed out for a mini-stay-vacation, Vegas-style. We were able to snag a room at the Bellagio for $70 per person, so we will be taking the mom hats off for the night, and putting on hats that say, "I'm trying really hard to not look like a mom right now." Hopefully, we'll pull it off.
This all started as a result of the Junior League Gala, Paint the Town Red. Four of us volunteered to work the Gala, and a night was slowly built out of it. We're starting at 2pm with hair and make-up, checking-in and dressing at the hotel, then the Gala. We should finish up around 8 or 9, grab a quick bite, and then it's off to explore Vegas in very tall, uncomfortable shoes. The only thing on the docket for Sunday is brunch, preferably outside, next to a fountain. In the sunshine.
Hopefully, there will not be any tigers, visits from Mike Tyson (who I met once...random story), or lost babies in our suite. We are moms, after all. I guessing the highlights are going to be sleeping in, eating a meal without feeding the person next to you, and enjoying a much-needed glass (or two...or twelve) of champagne.
Big (early) thanks to all of the dads who are putting on their parenting hats for the weekend, thus allowing the ladies to be real people again.
And if anyone finds a naked, Asian gangster in the trunk of Brian's car, well, it's not my fault.